Ted Franklin was a guy who had it all. In high school he was popular with the girls. He was taller than anyone else in his class. He had a dark complexion and raven colored hair. His eyes were as dark as coal. He had a perfect smile with dazzling white teeth. His hair had just enough curl in it so that could be worn in a casual, tossed look. He looked just a...
EXHIBITION CONTEST: USA-STYLE FOOTBALL note: Since the inception of the modern Olympics, a number of new sports have been added such as Judo, Baseball, and something called Rhythmic Dancing. However, many others, including American-style Football and the grand old Scottish sport of Caber Tossing are still excluded. During the Olympics some of these sports...
Air Captain Gideon Becker watched the skirmish line of airships bearing the enemy's colors – in this case, the red, gold and green of the Atlan Empire – bearing down on his position with a mixture of dread and excitement. He swung the periscope across the southern horizon and counted . . . five, no six ships. He noted with relief that they were not the three...
"Are you ready to depart then, Captain Becker?" Baron Amadahy asked Gideon on his penultimate day in service to the Kingdom of Oklahoma. They were meeting in the Foreign Minister's opulent office, easily as posh as any in England, though some of the decorations might have raised an eyebrow in London. But his ship's recent heroism had earned Gideon the privil...
Chapter 14: Passing the Torch One day Julie was playing around on MySpace. She was doing me a favor, checking all of the pages I had made for myself and every pseudonym I had lived under when I was living the life of the gambler; I wasn't very good about keeping up on them myself. That was much more Julie's thing—a reflection, perhaps, of the age/generation...
This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of 'Road Trip -- California' for a list of the chapters of that series, in the order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please 'read, enjoy, vote, and comment.' Synopsis...
Two weeks had passed since Victor Ramirez and his wife had made their unexpected and tension-filled visit to the team’s base camp at the southern edge of Andros Island. The “Caribbean Raiders”, as the team had become known as to the news media, were counting down the days till they disbanded. Drug interceptions had fallen off drastically but the radar scre...
Chapter 6: Julie Pays the Bills, Part I For nearly a year I had been living as the Gifted Grifter, and I was getting into an established routine. I would travel to Vegas or Atlantic City under an assumed name, betting horses and sports during the day, using my mindreading glasses to pick up tips from knowledgeable bettors. At night I would hit the poker roo...
Hi, there. My name is Brittany Barcelona and I'm a five-foot-ten, blonde-haired and green-eyed, plump and big-bottomed white chick living in Oklahoma City. I just moved there from Hilltop, in the state of South Carolina. I am quite weird, folks, let me tell you. I've got these politically incorrect sexual needs which I absolutely must satisfy. Back in school...
WARLORDS AND OTHER NOBLEMEN On Monday morning Val and I each got a note that was folded double and stapled that way, which was unusual. Mine asked me to stop in the captain's office before going home that night. Val turned to me with hers in her hand and raised her eyebrows. I nodded. Then I laughed out loud at how easy and natural our non-verbal communicat...